11:57 p.m. …. pitch black… the moon’s pale light shines outside my window, no light… the silhouette of our neighbor’s roof creates an illusion of a palace surrounded by gypsies singing, belly dancing…the candle…lighted...dim...trying to maintain the glow of light inside my gloomy room…thinking of something unusual…everything seems so absurd…murmurs and whispered voices of people travel with the wind…still no sound, no movement, only my fingers quivering to write this down…a mysterious music can be heard, like the chant of Pope Gregory VI with a musical ensemble…then silence…roosters thought the night is over…still no sound…no light…

When I'm with yousilence touches my lipsI could not break into a songI could not hear my heart beatneither can I see the skynor feel the earth moveMy body would be stiffand cold blood rushes in.

You wouldn't understandwhy my stares are drylocked at your beautiful eyeswishing that seeing is believingand believing is nothing realfor time's a churning waste

Woman, you capsized mea ship sailing throughthe seven seas of mightIf I'm the Titanic,The Behemoth, the virgin, the maidenyou would be the icebergthat struck the bowfilling me no warmthslowly sinking, splittingin half, in shreds, in death. -onigaiki

I lost my world when I lost this warLike Napoleon on the Battle of Waterloo.

I lost everything when I lost my loveLike Napoleon on the Battle of Waterloo.

I lost myself. I lost my pride.Like Napoleon on the Battle of Waterloo.

I got hurt. I cried.Like Napoleon on the Battle of Waterloo.

Every stab left a deep wound.A deep wound. An open wound.Call of Arms would be the last call.I made the last call.I lose. I've lost. And I'll always be.Victory seemed to be lost at seaEvery bullet left a mark,every cut, throughly bledThen left nothing to be said

I threw myself in isolationI made myself an islandI think I died in desperationLike Napoleon after the Waterloo.

last night was my firstexcitedthrilledadrenaline rushwe were wetliterally soakingwanted to take my clothes off"wring... wring.. wring..."'twas all i'm thinking.we were finally therethe place was too crowdedi was pissedbut everything turned out okay.i was blank for a momentthen i heard herthat familiar voicei was sure about itit's herno one else but her.i got excitedagain - thrilledno longer pissedbut i know i pretty am excitedi rushed towards her directionwithout noticing the crowdbumping to and froand i finally reached my posti saw herher brunette hairher boyish lookand her striking tattoo!i was right!it's dylannobody else but dylanthat dylan from that "flip tv show" i'm watchingthat dylan from that nu107fm i'm listeningthat voice...that look...that's her!i had a good sleepfor last night was my firstand i did not let that opportunity pass me byi had my picture taken with heri'm a fanand i went home with a smile...i slept soundlyand as i woke upi looked at my camera again..i am..overjoyed.

When I'm with yousilence touches my lipsI could not break into a songI could not hear my heart beatneither can I see the skynor feel the earth moveMy body would be stiffand cold blood rushes in.

You wouldn't understandwhy my stares are drylocked at your beautiful eyeswishing that seeing is believingand believing is nothing realfor time's a churning waste

Woman, you capsized mea ship sailing throughthe seven seas of mightIf I'm the Titanic,The Behemoth, the virgin, the maidenyou would be the icebergthat struck the bowfilling me no warmthslowly sinking, splittingin half, in shreds, in death. -onigaiki